Cecelia’s POV
The guards closed my bedroom door from the outside and locked it with a heavy key, leaving me completely alone in the space, and I walked over to the bed because my legs were shaking from the sheer terror of what happened at the docks. I sat on the edge of the mattress, pulling my knees up to my chest while listening to the heavy footsteps of the two enforcers stationed right outside my room, their presence a constant reminder that Marcus considered me a prisoner now. My body felt incredibly strange, with a weird heat running through my veins, and my hearing was becoming so sharp that the ordinary noises of the house were starting to sound incredibly loud and distinct.
I leaned down and pressed my ear directly against the thick wooden floorboards, wanting to see if I coul
